“Bila” - River

Take me to the river, where the mud squelches between my toes and I hear the scurry of the soldier crabs as I tip toe around their homes. The salt crisps up my nose as the cool North West breeze skims across the surface, creating ripples that capture the morning sunlight. Some days I wish I could just walk out into the depths and float away, letting the current take me to another place where the trees are a different shade of green and the birds sing a different song. But as I stand there with the mud drying between by toes and that morning sun warming up my face, I know this is the only place I need to be.